Patricia Smith
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Crucis awoke on the soft, sandy ground of the Kruxol respawn area, and lay still for a few moments. As he slowly rose into a relaxed sitting position, he scrolled through the system messages in a box to his left, to catch up on what he had missed. He noticed an important announcement, in a striking red font: Crucis smiled lightly. However, his body still felt wretched after the last fight, with a stinging sensation across his arms, chest and legs, and his upper body drooped slightly as if it was still…-
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"Why do we have to go through these bloody trees, while the rest of the army walks leisurely down the path?" asked Guild's leader, the level 68 . His majestic, deep brown , a reward for leading a major Guild, was finding it a pain to navigate the dense trees North-East of Kruxol. "While our troops have accomplished most objectives, DeathGang members have holed up on several high ledges and abandoned buildings, and are aiming fire along the path," explained , a Guild elite, "The entrances to these…
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The sound of swords and spears clashing reverberated from the North. "Good news," DicingDevil reported to the group around him, reading off a chat between high-level Guild members, "Our forces up North have gained an advantage, and the enemy are attempting to retreat. Our spearmen easily dispatched the enemy swordsmen - these enemies don't seem to have as much open world PvP experience as us. Many enemies have already been killed, or fled and been ambushed by our units in chokepoints. A small group of…
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The DeathGang group, which Crucis estimated as approximately 15 players of relatively high level, moved towards the uneven, stony ground to their West. The black mist had grown to cover this area as well, so they were all well-hidden. Crucis crouched to the ground, ready for action. A few DeathGang members spread out slightly Southwards and hid near trees or bushes, to keep watch for any intruders. DicingDevil invited Crucis to join a party of DeathGang players, and Crucis accepted the invitation. He saw…
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"Sure, their army might be reluctant to fight," DicingDevil said, "but I'm sure many DeathGang members are as well. Our guys might also want to flee, once the battle starts." Cael shrugged. "Well, they'll have no choice, since the hills are blocking their retreat." "Shameless plan. Good. They will fight like cornered beasts." "The enemy, however, will have more open space behind them. We can ambush them as they retreat, but they will still be tempted to do that once they meet the larger force in the…
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Cael faced the entrance to the replica cottage, while sitting 200 metres away under a dense cover of leaves. The thick foliage around this area meant that there was little chance of anyone approaching from any direction other than the cottage's. "So, really, what's in there? It looks empty," said DicingDevil. "It only triggers when the cottage is disturbed," Cael explained, "and if we disturb it, we'll be in for a long chase." "This does look a lot like the old man's cottage just South of Kruxol. It's a…
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Cael and DicingDevil had already killed three players as they slowly moved towards the misty Western woods. DicingDevil heard a sound coming from behind some trees, which sounded like the weak tinkle of a low-level sword. He ran off to investigate, and possibly complete a quick kill. In the mean-time, Cael peered into his inventory and wore a , a stiff, large white shirt with a gold, red and blue diagonal stripe across it. The stripe descended from the right shoulder. He had also looted this from the…
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"I got the blue coat from the couple we had killed just before," Cael explained, as he walked briskly South through the thick trees of the woods. "Ah. Quick thinking. I also picked up some clothes from them, they were masters of cosmetics and paltry at gameplay," replied DicingDevil. "Being a video game fashionista is like being a sword with no blade. However, it's nice of them to have lent the clothes to us: if we occasionally split up and change costumes while ganking, then people will think that there…
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A short story in honour of the patron deity of RR, the legendary Blue Box. Once upon a time, there was a blue box. ⠀ All in its village admired it, for it was blue and box-shaped. Its noble gait had no rival. But it was merely a commoner, because the King was a black box known as K'an Gsta II: ⠀ One day, the King was riding in procession across his nation, when the blue box walked up to him and gave its standard greeting message: Welcome to the Kingdom of Gesta! The world is under siege by…
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was a level 60 player, but viewed his high level as a privilege. He tried to use his power to help smaller players or protect them so that they could grow as well, and was excited about the upcoming war against . He was feeling restless after waking up early, so he had come to these low-level woods after hearing that patrols had found it to be clear. He wanted to grind a bit, but in a low-risk area where he was unlikely to have to deal with strong players or bosses who might tire him out before the…
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